As soon as the coordinates for the week-end became available, JBQ spotted this great Saturday point in the Santa Rosa graticule. A quick lookup on Google maps suggested a 2-hour drive from home, for barely more than 75 miles one-way.

Checking the weather forecast on the morning of the expedition, things weren't looking good for a 4pm meetup, with a forecast of rain through all afternoon. JBQ figured out that going in the morning would make more sense. Unfortunately he absolutely needed to go to a post office to send a package, which meant that he had to wait until a post office actually opened close to home. This turned out to be 8:30 in Belmont.

Since JBQ's wife couldn't be convinced to come along (thereby missing a drag-along achievement), it was necessary to be back home for lunch. That made for a tight schedule, but at least going to the post office before going to the geohash meant that there was no hard schedule requirement while geohashing (other than avoid starvation). In retrospect, there'd have been other options, since there's a post office in San Francisco that opens at 8am on Saturdays, and another one that stays open until 4pm.

Anyway, at 8:45 the package had been sent and JBQ was on his way. Traffic through San Francisco and all the way to San Rafael was light. After a quick pause in San Rafael to check the route (and to discover that the Droid had almost no battery left), it was time to drive the slower part of the route, i.e. mile after mile of 30, 35 and 40 mph speed limits. An boat stranded ashore in Inverness was begging to be photographed. Driving through the NPS-managed land, the landscape looked very dramatic, especially with rays of sunlight peeking through a highly textured cloud cover. Eventually, the Point Reyes Beach South parking lot was reached a bit before 11am, and the cars there could be counted on the fingers of a single hand.

With his camera bag strapped on one shoulder, his tripod bag on the other, and a Nexus One in a pocket, it was time to walk on the beach toward the exact coordinates, less than half a mile away. An ominous sign on the parking lot reminded beachgoers that the Pacific Ocean is actually dangerous. It's unclear whether a shark bite would qualify for a raptor achievement, though. JBQ had never actually been on that specific beach, even though he had seen it a few times from the Point Reyes lighthouse area, and it is as huge in person as it seems from above. On a menacingly overcast Saturday morning in January, it was also pretty much deserted.

There were some signs of human presence on the beach, with numerous footsteps but also some trash. Picking up a bit would be good for a token geotrash achievement, though there was potential for a lot more cleanup. There were also quite some birds, pelicans flying just above the waves, and some unknown birds digging in the sand and flying away as soon as someone approached. With the right equipment, this'd have been a great opportunity for some bird photography. There were some big waves that brought out the beautiful blue-green color of the ocean.

Getting close to the spot, there was a primitive shelter. It doesn't look like someone went for a camping achievement, as there was no sign of recent activity. Finally, climbing to the top of a tiny dune, the exact coordinates were reached. A quick tripod setup and a makeshift xkcd sign later, the canonical picture was taken. Just below the spot, the usual sand-growing rubbery plants were unusually colorful, which led to yet another picture being taken, which could actually make a nice desktop background.

On the way back toward the car, a quick encounter with "Richard" showed how geotrashing is done (with a good bag), and led to a discussion about birds and bird photography. With two of their friends already in the water, a pair of surfers were looking toward the ocean, uncertain whether to go in and face the big waves. Back at the parking lot, the little garbage that got picked on the beach ended up in a garbage container, and a last look at the ocean showed even more waves.

Driving back, the boat in Inverness was still begging to be photographed, but this time it got its wish. Along highway 1, the Camaro was screaming "play with me" and it got to stretch its legs and play in the curves and in the hills; other drivers must have feared the red monster rushing at them with headlights on, as they seemed very eager to use the turnouts. Finally, the entire one-person crew was back home at 2pm.